George Egba

Morning Cry - Poem by George Egba

Crown our crowdThough they be of mixed slavesBut rule our thought in draught Pondering upon the abondance you gave We do not seek to be kingsOr cry for thrones that oppress Dry our pride off our daily wingsTrue and just before your face impressAs each appear give us your light And show us your holy faceThat the dark may not tarry all night Bring us close to your embraceAway from wasted days Behold our hasted feetAttend daily to our hands that prayRaise our heads and their desires meetOur request should be takenDays when we are ableNot sometime when the need is weaken Carry us as sheep feeble